Sera had a little lamb

She watched in mild amusement as he interacted with the sheep. Something about its dumb trust in the King Wolf made her lips twitch. She didn't know Tyrian very well, she definitely didn't trust him yet. She was starting to like him a little anyway. Something about his dark humor, and wry amusement. It was like he wanted to find amusement in life, but it wasn't as cruel as the laughter she had left behind. Something about him shouted 'predator' but... it didn't shout 'threat' not yet, and not to her. Perhaps it was a bit of untrustworthy optimism peeking through. She really needed to keep her guard up against how charming he could be.

A 'commoner' sounded like a pretty big step up from 'slave daughter.' Better yet, it didn't sound like he wanted to keep her there. Of course, it wasn't going to all be rosy sunshines... laughter bubbled up out of her chest, rich and warm and deeply amused. "A just punishment for my lies" She agreed. Through it didn't surprise her in the lest that he had a rank dedicated to his sheep. From her brief time with him and the shaggy creature, they seemed like a big part of the pack. Maybe he even... worshipped them. She snickered softly, before reeling it back in. Right, she still had to look professional she supposed. She gave a polite incline of her head. "I'm Sera, and thank you Tyrian, I intend to prove myself worthy of those greater responsibilities" She had freedom, and nothing was going to slow her down.